Post by therandomizer on Oct 22, 2011 17:01:30 GMT -5
IF I'M A BAD PERSON
[/color]YOU DON'T LIKE ME[/center]
fisher jonathan hale
hi, my name is Fisher hale. i got 15 candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out 2 of them. my other characters would be none
and the special phrase is
admin approved
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out 2 of them. my other characters would be none
and the special phrase is
admin approved
I GUESS I'LL MAKE
[/color]MY OWN WAY[/center]
NAME: Fisher Jonathan Hale
NICKNAME: Fishy
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
AGE: 15
BIRTHDAY: August 7, 1996
SPECIES: Demigod, roman,Third Cohort, son of Apollo
IT'S A CIRCLE
[/color]A MEAN CYCLE[/center]
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 130
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: Jagged scar on right arm.
PLAYBY: Dylan Patton
I CAN'T EXCITE YOU
[/color]ANYMORE[/center]
LIKES: Surfing, Cars, Technology, dogs, friends.
DISLIKES: bullies, cats, being ridiculed, Greeks, 1st Cohort, water.
STRENGTHS: Is a crack shot with a bow and arrow. He can run very fast.
WEAKNESSES: Can waver under pressure, repulsed at the sight of water
DREAMS: to be famous someday
FEARS: Water, losing his friends, his (human) uncle.
FATAL FLAW: Arrogant to the point of boasting.
PREFERED WEAPON: bow & arrow
ABILITIES: Crack shot with a bow.
ANYTHING ELSE: Fisher is scared of water because he almost drowned once when he was young. He has never forgotten the experience. Because of this, he almost automatically despises any child of Neptune or Poseidon he meets. This causes some problems in his day-to-day life.
Fisher has a strange fondness for dogs and treats any he meets with care. On the other hand, if he runs into a cat, he's more likely to kick at it than feed it. Fisher owned two dogs of his own. He named them runner and Jade. Ever since he came to Camp Jupiter, he has no idea what's happened to them.
WHERE'S YOUR GABLE
[/color]YOUR JURY[/center]
OLYMPIAN PARENT: Apollo
MOTHER/FATHER: Alleia Hale, 39 (Biological human Mother, deceased)
SIBLINGS: none
PETS: Runner (dog, deceased) Jade (dog, alive)
HISTORY: Fisher's mother was born and raised in New York. She moved to Ohio when she was 13. When she was 23, she moved back to New York and met Garret Haynes, secretly Apollo. A year later, he left her as she was having a son.
Fisher was raised as a single child in New York. He grew up normally, other than a few times when his mother couldn't pay the rent for their apartment. At the age of 5,Fisher went to the beach with his mother. When she had her back turned, Fisher attempted to swim.He couldn't manage, and nearly drowned. Ever since, he's had a fear of water.
When he was about 8, his mother became sick witch cancer. She sent Fisher to live with his uncle in Texas. His uncle treated him harshly, and beat him on several occasions. After one particularly harsh beating, fisher kicked back at his uncle. enraged, the man scarred him on the arm with a knife. A neighbor reported the fight, and fisher was sent to live with his aunt. his uncle was detained in police custody.
His mother passed away three years later, when he was 11. Fisher attended the funeral. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of a strange man hanging around at the back of the crowd-his father, Apollo.
At age 14, Fisher, now living with his aunt, learned of his father's identity.He was shocked and retreated into his room for a few days, refusing to do much but eat or drink. After a week, he managed to come to terms with who his father was.
Shortly after, Lupa's wolves came for him. He went with them, leaving his old life behind. He trained with Lupa for several months, then set out for Camp Jupiter. He spent a month traveling cross-country, running from monsters and searching for Camp Jupiter. He finally found the camp, arriving safely.
Upon arrival at Camp, he was inducted into the Third Cohort. A few weeks after he joined, the greacus named Percy Jackson arrived. After the rush following the prophecy, the quest, and the battle of the feast of Fortuna, Fisher settled back down to normal. But nothing ever stays quiet in Rome for long.
YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT
[/color]IF YOU'RE GONNA JUDGE ME[/center]
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
Fisher fiddled with the Imperial Gold arrow laying in his hands. He was laying in his bunk in the Third Cohort barracks. His armor was laid out next to him.He was examining his arrows, one by one. Fisher tilted the golden arrow so he could read the faint writing on it's tip, illuminated by the dimming afternoon light. III Cht, XII Fulmin
Third Cohort, Twelfth Legion Fulminata.
He bent over, the wood of his slight bed creaking under his weight, and slipped the arrow into it's wooden sheath. As he did so, the sleeve of his armor moved slightly, revealing the edge of the long scar that ran the length of his arm.
He shuddered slightly, remembering how the scar had come to be.
Fisher stared up at his uncle. The man's unshaven beard and scraggly hair seemed to make him comical. But the knife clutched in his hand and the wild look in his eyes scared Fisher-more than anything ever could.
Then his uncle's arm swung in a downward arc. Fisher raised his arm to protect himself, and-
Fisher yanked his sleeve over the scar, stopping the influx of painful memories. After the incident, he'd been transported to the hospital. The doctor's had done their best to patch up the wound, but the scar had stayed.
Fisher jolted himself out of his thoughts and clambered out of his bunk. He ran a hand through his blonde hair. He had to stop all this thinking about the past. It was time to move on. And he had places to be. He pulled on his boots, then hung the various assortment of weapons at his hip. His swords would be of much use to him very soon.
He placed the Imperial Gold arrow back in it's wooden sheath. He ran a hand over the quiver full of arrows, then grabbed them and slung them over his back. In a single, quick, fluid movement, he grabbed his wooden bow and marched out the door. The entire Third Cohort was already gone, assembled.
Fisher quickened his pace, then broke into a full run toward the Field of Mars. He dared to think about what wound happen if he was late. The legion didn't stand for lateness. Fishers boots pounded on the dirt path, sending up small clouds of dust. He could make out the legion ahead. Everyone was already assembled for War games. Reyna circled overhead on her Pegasus.
your average, not your best
WELL SENTENCE ME TO
[/color]ANOTHER LIFE[/center]
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY JESSIE OF DEMIGODS & MONSTERS. DO NOT STEAL/TAKE CREDIT OFF.
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